13 jug' u lar sup' ple ment sup pli cant lux u ry mul ber ry mul ti ple mul ti tude nul li ty nurs er y pub li can pun gen cy shrub ber y sub se quence sub ter fuge sub tle ty sub tra hend suc co tash pus tu lous sur cin gle sur ger y sur gi cal sur ro gate tur pen tine un guin ous un a ware un der wood tourn a ment come' li ness south er ly as sump sit as sump tion a sun der au tum nal com pul sion com punc tion con cus'sion THE OLD MAN WITH A STAFF. MY DEAR CHILDREN: You see I am old; very old.. My head is white; and I lean upon a staff when I walk, for I am not strong. I have seen the snows of eighty winters, and the green leaves and grass of as many summers, and this is the winter of my life. Listen to me now, and I will tell you a story of the days when I was young. I was a small boy when I heard the people talk of the British, and the battle of Bunker's Hill. Then I saw a great many men, with guns and swords, go past the house where we lived. My father and eldest brother went with them. O! how my mother cried when they went away. Father was gone a long time, but I cannot now tell you how many years. One day, when the sun was going down behind the mountain, an old man came up the road, and stopped by the fence in front of our house. He had a gun on his shoulder, and a sack upon his back. He leaned against the fence and looked around. Then he wiped the tears from his eyes, and came to the door. It was open, and he stepped in and sat down in a chair. I was in the house with my little sister. Mother soon came in, and when she saw the man she threw her arms around his neck, and they both cried aloud. Mother soon said, "Children, this is your father." Then we all felt quite happy, and father had many stories to tell us. He said that one day when there was a hard fought battle between the American and British armies, he was shot in the arm. It was night, and the battle ceased. The sun had gone down, and the full moon rose in the east. It looked pale, and to him the little stars appeared to be sad. His own heart was filled with sorrow, for many who went out in the morning, full of life and hope, were then cold in death. He looked for his son, my brother, who was with him in the morning, but he was nowhere to be found. My father's arm was bound up, and he walked over the field of battle. The pale light of the moon shone upon the faces of the dead and dying. After a long time he found my brother. He was still alive, and could speak. He said, "My dear father, I shall live but a little longer. I know that I shall die soon, and I have a few words to say while I live. I have tried to do right in this world, but I know I have often done wrong. I have not always been as kind to you and my dear mother as I ought to have been. I hope you will forgive me. "I shall never see my mother again. Oh! if I could lay my head upon her lap, or feel her hand upon my burning brow, I should be happy. Give her my dying love; tell her I hope she will forgive all my fol lies and unkindness, and that I hope to be happy in another world." Those were his last words. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 1 2 3 4 5 6 VOCALS-Ale, arm, all, at, me, met, ice, it, no, do,,not, sue, up, full. SUB-VOC'LS-Bud, leg,jet, lime SECTION IX. The words in this section are classed with reference to their derivatives. LY, signifies like; resembling; in a―manner. NESS, sig. the quality of being; state of being. LESSON 1.—I. 3 in or' di nate im port u nate un fort u nate 4 ex trav' a gant e lab o rate u nan i mous in ad e quate un nat u ral mi rac u lous trans' i to ry LESSON 2.—II. 6 tem pest' u ous 4 an' te quat ed ca lam'i tous com pas sion ate ca dav er ous de clar a tive 5 ab ste' mi ous im pe ri ous mys te ri ous e the re al sac ri le gious 6 con sec' u tive con tempt u ous dis con tent' ed in of fen sive un suc cess ful al i ment ive ap pre hen sive com pre hen sive con sci en tious con se quen tial dis re spect ful cir cum spect ive |